Shelly - A Pregnant Slut

by Just Plain Bob

Desc: Sex Story: All it was supposed to be was a night out of the house.

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Shelly stared at herself in the mirror and shook her head in disgust. How could she have been so stupid as to let it happen? She took the pill, she used a diaphragm and it happened anyway. Six months pregnant and ready to scream because of it. As each month passed by and her hormone levels changed she got hornier and hornier. She wanted a cock so bad that she was contemplating grabbing the paperboy when he came to collect. No, not a good idea, the kid was all of fourteen and he'd blow before she even got his pants unbuttoned. Not that she would really cheat on Josh, but the thoughts were a definite indication of how desperate she was. What made it worse was that there was no relief in sight. Her husband was on a business trip and even if he were home it wouldn't do her any good. Josh had stopped making love to her. At first she thought it was because she looked so fat an unappealing. When she had finally, in desperation, asked him to take her to bed and he had refused she had demanded to know why. He had said he was afraid that he would hurt the baby.

"How for God's sake? You think your cock is so long you'll poke the kids eye out?"

It was the wrong thing to have said and Shelly had seen his face cloud over. She should have remembered that he was just a little insecure about his cock size. Why had she believed him when he said he could handle it when he asked her about her love life before him?

"I need to know so that I won't be blindsided when I meet up with one of your ex-boyfriends."

She had believed him and had stupidly told him about her past. It wasn't enough for him to know she wasn't a virgin; he had to know who, how, why and where and she had stupidly spilled her guts. She had been naïve and when Josh had pressed for details she had given them. The fact that three of her ex-lovers had been extremely well endowed had unsettled Josh and she'd had to constantly stroke his ego ever since. Damn it, the thought of those ex-lovers made her pussy wet. She had no idea how she was going to get through the next three months without going stark raving mad. Shit! It wasn't three months, it was three months plus however long it took before the doctor gave her the okay to play again.

The doorbell rang and she answered the door and found the mailman standing there with a package for her. He was a little old, but maybe she cou... damn it girl, get a grip on yourself. She signed for the package and headed upstairs for the bedroom. She knew what was in the box - she had been anxiously awaiting it for a week. She opened the box and took out the ten-inch dildo, batteries not included, and ran her hand along the length of it. Damn, but she wished it were real. She walked over to her dresser and opened the top drawer and got out the batteries she had bought three days before. The dildo powered up and ready she got on the bed and leaned against the headboard. She debated getting the KY, but then she realized that as hot and horny as she was she was probably already soaking wet down there.

She looked at her new toy and couldn't help but think that it looked a lot like Roger's. Same length, same girth, but probably not as hard. As she slid the dildo up and down her pussy lips she wondered where Roger was now. He had been a great fuck and she would probably be with him now if he hadn't been such an opinionated asshole. Roger wouldn't have let a little thing like a pregnancy stop him. Oh well, water under the bridge. She had the dildo about halfway inside her when the telephone rang. She almost didn't pick it up, but it might have been Josh and as insecure as he was he would want to know where she had been that she couldn't take his call. It wasn't Josh, it was her best friend Peggy.

"Hey Shel, what are you up to?"

"I was just about to take ten inches until you interrupted me."

"Anyone I know?"

"The box doesn't give a name, it just says The Pleasurizer."

"You poor girl. When are you going to grab the real thing? If that dweeb you married won't take care of you I know plenty of guys who will."

"Jesus Peggy, I don't want a pimp, I just want my husband. I'm sorry that I ever told you about my problem."

"Yeah, well too bad sweetie, you did tell me and I'm going to keep reminding you that you are a sexy and desirable woman who is going to waste because your husband is an asshole. But, be that as it may, you need to get out of that house for a couple of hours. I'm having some people over tonight to drink some alcohol and socialize. Be there or be square. How about it girlfriend? Wear something sexy so you can break a few hearts, okay?"

"Okay girlfriend, you are right. I do need to get out. What time?"

"Sevenish."

"See you then."

She knew the second that she walked in the door that Peggy had sandbagged her. She wasn't even completely through the door when she saw him on the other side of the room. Jeremiah Washington, all six foot seven of him, rising like an ebony tower above the rest of the men in the room. Jeremiah Washington, the one man she hadn't dared tell Josh about. Josh, with his Southern upbringing, could never accept that she'd had a black lover, and if he was insecure in his manhood after hearing about the eight, nine and ten inch cocks she had confessed to experiencing, the knowledge of Jeremiah's twelve inches would destroy his fragile ego. No, no, no, no! No way was she going to walk into that room. She turned to leave, but Peggy was there suddenly, "Oh no you don't sweetie. You need this Shel. Now get in there and socialize."

"I can't Peg. I've told you the effect that Jeremiah has on me."

"I know you did sweetie, that's why he's here. There are a half dozen other good-looking single guys here too. I'm not telling you to fuck any of them; you are a grown woman and you can control the opening and closing of your legs, but you need this party Shel. You need to know that you don't have to stay cooped up in your house thinking that you are fat and unappealing just because that dimwit you are married to ignores you. Lots of men think pregnant women are sexy, so get out there and let yourself feel good for a change."

Peggy had been right. Shelly had needed to get out. She circulated and socialized and got enough male attention to make her pussy wet. She had been horny for days, no, weeks, and she had been horny when she left the house for the party so the fact that men were sniffing around her made her pussy drip. One guy, Gary, had flat out propositioned her.

"I find pregnant women to be among the sexiest on the planet and I would sure love the opportunity to prove to you that I mean that."

"Oh come on, I'm a married woman."

"A married woman alone and fairly reeking of sex. I'd be a fool not to try."

"Well I thank you for the compliment and the interest, but I'm afraid that I'll have to disappoint you."

"Too bad, it would have been fun." He had handed her a piece of paper, "My number, just in case you change your mind."

Without thinking Shelly had put the number in her purse and then she had headed for the bathroom. She wondered why she had taken Gary's number. She knew she wouldn't call him, but he had wanted her and she felt her pussy tingle at the thought that she could have had him had she wanted. She could have led him to Peg's spare bedroom and then she could ha... stop it girl and get a grip. She wiped herself, got up and freshened her make up and got ready to return to the party. She opened the bathroom door to find Jeremiah standing there.

"Can't run now Babe. You can't avoid me any longer. I guess it is safe to say that I have you cornered."

He stepped forward towards her and she had stepped back only to realize that she had made a tactical blunder. Now when Jeremiah stepped in and closed the door she was trapped. He was right, she had been avoiding him. Every time he had moved her way she had moved to keep distance. She had known that the safe thing to do was turn and leave when she first saw him, but she hadn't and now she would pay the price of her stupidity. Jeremiah always had had a hold on her that she could never understand or fight. He could make her do things that she didn't want to do and she did them without protest. In college she had been his slut and had done what ever he wanted. Give his roommate a blow job? No problem Jere. Take on six of his buddies at a poker party? Lay down and ask who was first. He wanted it, she did it, no questions asked. She had only been able to breakaway from him because he had graduated and moved to take a job in another state. He told her he would be back for her, but she had known her behavior was self-destructive and as soon as he was gone and couldn't exert direct control over her she had transferred schools. Now here he was looking down at her and she felt weak in the knees.

He smiled, "You know what we both want, do it."

She looked up at him numbly and shook her head no.

"Come on sugar, you know you're going to do it so lets get with the program here."

"Please Jere, I can't. I'm a married woman now. I'm going to have a baby. What you and I did in college is in the past. Now please, let me out of here."